Her grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.

Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was going to be sick-he hit the field on all fours-coughed-and something gold fell into his hand. 'I've got the snitch!' he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion. 'He didn't catch it, he nearly swalloed it,' Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference-Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results-Gryffindor had won by 170 points to 60.

The Ministry places a rather higher value on my life than yours, I’m afraid.

You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .

Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!

Did you know— then?” asked Harry. “Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time? No.

I sometimes have a tendency to walk on the dark side.